Asylum of Darkness Page #3

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and rebuilt your life.

- Really?

Okay.

That'll be easy.

Thought you wanted me to

talk about something hard.

Really, it's, um, it's about

goal-orientation.

Even in the hell of

institutionalization,

I, I realized

I had to have a,

a dream, a goal

that I could strive for.

Finch's speech just came to me

as if it was out of my own

memory.

His thoughts come to me

actually better than my own.

I still have little memory

of why I was locked up.

But it seems Finch was, like me,

crazy at one point.

I'd certainly never met

him at the hospital.

But it seems like Finch

was one of the doctor's

success stories.

If it'll work for me, it'll work

for you.

Hi.

Thank you.

So glad you came out.

Thanks for buying my book.

I need the money, I could use

the money.

You look wonderful tonight.

It's good to see ya.

You're good to go.

Thanks so much.

Yeah.

- Mr. Finch, that was a great

speech.

Even, even better than the one

that changed my life a few years

ago.

Um, I, I don't expect you to

remember me,

but, uh, my name's Oscar Werner.

- Oscar.

Oscar wiener, how ya doin'?

So what's up?

Want me to speak for your group

again?

- Well, uh, yes and no.

I'm with a volunteer outreach

group.

- Yeah, volunteer.

That, that's very noble,

but I'm afraid I must limit

myself

to professional speaking

engagements now.

- Well, we have a tax deductible

status--

- Oscar, I,

you ever have the opportunity to

hire me,

so to speak, I'd be more

than happy to help ya out.

Uh, I just came in here to take

a piss.

Here's one of my cards.

You aren't a very nice

guy, are ya, Mr. Finch?

- Hey, Mr. wonderful.

- You, Jackie, right?

- You ready to leave?

What's that, a love letter?

- Hardly.

Let's go.

So you all talked out?

- Yeah, I guess so.

Nice of you to let me drive your

car.

- Where you driving to?

- I don't really know actually.

Maybe I've had too much to

drink.

Which way is it to my house?

- Well you really wanna just go

home?

- Yeah.

I'm afraid so.

- Uh, well why don't we

just swing by my place?

I, I left my cell.

I need to check my voice mail.

Maybe get you some coffee

and, um, sober you up?

- Sure.

- And there's no parking on this

street.

Just pull in the garage.

- Can I help you?

- Are you Jackie?

- No, I know her, but I don't

know you.

- Let go of her!

- You're not Dwight.

Where does Jackie live?

- Next door.

- Hello.

- What the hell's that?

- Dad, what happened to mom?

- Nothing important.

- That's my neighbor but

he'd never hurt anyone.

- Oh, he's gonna kill us next.

Are all the doors locked?

- Yes, no, I never bother

locking the kitchen.

- No, wait.

- Wait for what?

- You're makin' a mess of

things.

You'd better give yourself

peacefully

so no one else has to die.

- Look, just don't hurt me.

- That won't be possible.

- Hey, I'm Artemis Finch,

you don't wanna kill me.

- No you're not,

and yes, I do.

Where did you get that nasty

little scar?

Let me refresh your memory about

it.

Just had to be sure you were

really Dwight inside there.

Because as you can see,

looks are deceiving.

- I know you.

You're the morning guy.

- Morning, it's a beautiful day

outside.

- Every day outside is

beautiful.

- Sorry for showin' off like

that.

Just wanted to see your mind

crack open.

These weapons, they're clumsy.

But the pain they give,

it's worth the extra effort.

- What are you really?

And why are you trying to kill

me?

- Mr. Finch, Mr. Finch.

Mr. Finch, rise and shine.

It's a bright new day.

Oh, it's you, Dwight.

Well, you can't fool anybody in

here.

Ah, well, doesn't matter.

Good thing we nabbed Dwight.

As you can see, I need your

face.

Give it to me!

- No!

- I thought I heard you

scream.

- This reopened wound is

sensitive

to all kinds of things.

Right now, I can sense through

her touch

just how much she hated this man

Finch.

Thanks.

- That was my favorite.

It hasn't worked in years.

When did you learn to--

- it was something i

knew long before we met.

I can take things apart pretty

well.

But I'd rather put them back

together.

- Where are you taking

me?

- I think I left the shower on.

- I don't know about this.

- Do you want me to stop?

I'll just turn the water on,

okay?

- What, you afraid I'll break it

again?

- No, I fixed it for good this

time.

I'm gonna fix everything.

- It hasn't been like this

since--

- since before I was committed?

- No.

Even when you were at your--

- craziest.

- Yes.

Even then, when you were in the

hospital,

you were always sweet to me.

No, the doctors told me

that you'd get better

but I didn't believe them.

But you did.

It was wonderful.

Then when you came home,

it was like something had

changed.

Like you'd changed or something.

- Well, I hope so, I was sane.

- No.

Never mind.

This is the man I fell in love

with.

- If I'm good to Ellen, maybe

she can save me from madness,

and then I can, in turn, give

her the love

that Finch kept for himself

or sold off in small pieces to

others.

I thought this was all

just some crazy accident,

but maybe I deserve to take over

his life.

Wait a minute, I f***ing hate

jogging.

God, you gotta be kiddin' me.

Oh yeah.

You can't go joggin' without

these.

The night I escaped, I ran

through here.

I wasn't sure if any of that was

real.

I saw those faceless things

somewhere around here.

Hmm, no sign of them now.

This is all crazy.

But I was used to that.

I wasn't afraid.

By living Finch's life,

am I losing my own identity?

No, I'm stronger than whatever

he is.

I can fight off his habits.

- That's dangerous you know.

There's dead leaves on the

ground.

You could start a fire.

- Yeah, sorry.

Those friends of yours?

- No, and neither are you.

Leave me alone.

Hey.

Maybe you can work this in.

- Don't need it.

That's the past.

- Oh yeah, that's right.

You only paint the future.

Who is that?

I'm sorry, you're blind.

But,

how can you paint if you can't

see?

- Oh,

I can see.

- You escaped the hospital.

But your insanity is the real

trap.

One you can't escape.

- Hey, uh,

hey, I'm sorry about that.

I, I didn't mean to hurt your

arm.

- It wasn't bleeding before.

- Hey, you know my mom used to

say

that pain is one way we know

we're alive.

- Yeah, you must have

had a great childhood.

- Yeah, from what I've

seen in my business, yeah.

- What business is that, chasing

people?

- When necessary.

I'm a detective, Brent kesler.

You looked a little frightened

back there, Mr. Finch.

I'm not that scary, am I?

- No, you're not.

Who hired you to follow me?

- I'm not supposed to say.

- What if I paid you more than

they are?

- Well, I reckon in this case

it doesn't make any difference.

It's all your money anyway.

- My money?

My wife?

Why would she do that?

- Mr. Finch, why do women

hire detectives anyway?

Hell, I cheat on my wife, i

still do.

I'm more on your side than your

wife.

- So why'd you tackle me, blow

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